Coach

Jimmy was stunned to see who his next client turned out to be: Mr. Sharpe, his high school algebra teacher.

"Well, now," Mr. Sharpe smirked. "This is certainly a nice surprise. I was looking to recharge with a nice piece of ass after grading midterms and shit. Never dreamed I'd run into you of all people. Though then again, it's not entirely a surprise to find you working here. I did warn you about the importance of applying yourself, didn't I? Should have listened to me, Jimmy."

He did warn me; why the fuck didn't I listen! Jimmy asked himself. Jimmy never wanted to be working here, in the most notorious brothel in town. He figured he'd end up going to college on a sports scholarship, major in English or some shit, and just play shit by ear. He didn't count on blowing out his knee in his last semester of high school, which killed his chances of playing at college and any hope of a sports scholarship along with it. He'd never taken his studies seriously, so no other scholarships would be coming his way (everyone jokes about there being money for being left-handed, but it's only like fifty bucks, and in any event Jimmy was a righty anyway). And his parents had made clear that he was on his own the day he turned 18. His relationship with them was always strained. Forget about paying for college or cosigning his student loans, they wouldn't even keep letting him live with them once he was legally an adult.

So that left Jimmy with no college prospects, no money, no credit, and no place to stay. His only option was to try and find a job and somehow keep himself fed and housed while he figured out what to do with his life. But no one really wants to hire a high school graduate with lackluster grades, and the ones who did wouldn't pay enough for him to make rent. 

No one except Bert, the proprietor of the Silk Strap, the only brothel in town that catered to clients (no matter how they identified) seeking to fuck guys. Bert liked what he saw from the moment Jimmy showed up, nervously asking if he had any need for someone to clean or serve drinks or something. With that face and that bubble butt, Bert thought, it'd be a waste to let this kid scrub toilets and mix cocktails. He told Jimmy as much, and told him that if he came to work as one of Bert's boys, he could easily make twice as much as any of the other shitty prospects that Jimmy had looked into, and to sweeten the deal, Bert offered to throw in room and board, too.

Jimmy didn't want to be a whore. He didn't. But Bert's offer was way too good to pass up, and he didn't have any better options. For once in his life he seized the opportunity presented to him. Which is how he now found himself naked in front of his old math teacher.

"So, like, should we just talk then?" Jimmy suggested. "This is all awkward enough, I don't want to make it any weirder than it already is."

"Fuck no, I don't want to 'just talk,'" Mr. Sharpe scoffed. "I want what I paid for: a night with the finest piece of ass ever to grace my classroom."

"But ... that's fucked up!" Jimmy protested. "You're my teacher! I'm your student!"

"Were my student," Mr. Sharpe corrected. "You were my student. But you're not anymore. Now, you're just a fucking boy-whore. And tonight, you're all mine, because I paid for you. So stop whining and do your fucking job, before I tell Bert and demand my money back."

Seeing no other choice, Jimmy resignedly began removing Mr. Sharpe's clothes. His eyes widened when the man's cock came into view. Based on how he filled out those khaki pants he tended to favor for work, Jimmy always suspected that Mr. Sharpe was well hung. But he just had no idea. His cock was at already least 8.5 inches long, heavily veined, and as thick as a cucumber. And still growing. 

"Like what you see, slut?" Mr. Sharpe taunted. "Just wait till you feel what it's gonna do to that pussy. Now get on the bed on your knees, bitch, I want you from behind. No need for foreplay shit, I've been nearly rock hard since I walked through that door." Jimmy did as he was told, arching his back as he knew his clients liked, while Mr. Sharpe lubed up his dick and Jimmy's hole using the dispenser sitting on the dresser. He joined Jimmy on the bed and, with basically no preliminaries and without ever stopping, slowly inserted his massive member to the hilt in Jimmy's still tight pussy.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!" Jimmy cried as Mr. Sharpe began the fuck in earnest. Jimmy had pretty much succeeded in learning to enjoy (or at least not mind) taking cock since he began working at the Strap. Even though he had always thought of himself as straight, it was basically an occupational necessity. But this was different. Mr. Sharpe not only had the tool, he had technique, seeking out Jimmy's joy buzzer with laser focus and striking it every time he rammed his big dick home.

"Fuck yeah, boy," Mr. Sharpe cooed, "this pussy's even better than I dreamed it would be. And you'd better believe that I've been dreaming of it--of doing exactly this to it--ever since you arrived in my class. Every time you dragged your jock ass up to the whiteboard, every time you turned your back to me as you left for your next class, I thought of how good it would feel to plow this pussy. And now I can: anytime I want, for the right price. Pretty sure I'll be a regular client of yours from here on out, whore."

"Y'know," he mused, "I really should bring along Coach Watkins next time." Jimmy immediately tensed around Mr. Sharpe's cock and turned back to meet Mr. Sharpe's cruel smirk with a horrified look. "I'm sure your old coach would be eager to see you again and catch up about what you've been up to since."

The Present

Before leaving, Daddy locked your clitty up. Even though he trusted you, he said he didn't want to risk you going into heat with that thing unlocked. He remembered very vividly your last heat, when he got home and you were shamelessly humping on every smooth surface in the house. Of course you whined and complained, but it was more amusing then effective to him

"Hey, I'll leave a little friend for you to play with while I'm gone. And if you behave really well, like the good boy I know you are, I'll give you plenty of love when I return" He said in a husky voice that oozed dominance and power, while he squeezed your ass tight 

You moaned feeling his touch, and your hole twitched anticipating any further touch. Eager to be filled and bred. Your heat was due in a few days and your body was already losing control slightly. You nodded in comply to his order and buried your face on his chest. Sniffing his male scent, trying to keep it in your mind as long as you could, since his trip would last for almost two weeks. It would be a pain to deal with, what if your dick locked. 

He pushed the box in your chest with a huge grin and instructed you to open it. As you unwrapped the paper and begin to notice what it was, your face blushed in all sorts of pinks. You finally understood what the 'little friend' meant, except it was nothing little. 

He chuckled watching your reaction as you took the thing in your hand and squeezed it "I think you'll love it. Make sure to keep that sweet pussy ready for when I get back" 

He slapped your ass hard and turned towards the door. He stopped when he saw you pouting with those puppy eyes. You knew it was a dirty move, but you desperately wanted your Alpha close. He sighed and shook his head, he also knew how to handle you "who is my good boy?"

You stared back at him, he had hit your weak spot. A few seconds passed before you finally gave up and smiled back at him "that's right, now go play with your new toy and take care of the house for Daddy"

He winked at you and you nodded. It would surely be a rough start, but as you first slide the toy up your pussy, you realized how good it would be when you got to taste the real thing again

Pre-dawn Tryst

2 a.m. in the morning and I've got to get out of bed to piss. It's been six months since the wife left in the divorce. Good riddance I say, she never gave it up anyway so what was the point? I've got back to sleeping nude how I like. It's just me and Bobby. He's eighteen this week, Friday actually and today is only Sunday. I get up, not bother dressing because I know he's dead asleep. My erection is bobbing in from of me. All nine cut inches. A bit of pre-cum on the head. Whatever it was I was dreaming must have been awfully damn good. I quietly walk down the hall to the restroom. We live on one of those historic homes in the heart of the historic district of my home town. I'm so quiet as I'm not wanting to disturb Bobby as I'll have to walk by his room to get to the john. As I walk closer to his bedroom door I notice it's open. I'll just close it on my way by.

Once at his door though I peek in. The sheet is covering only his left leg that is slightly bent and his full bubble butt is slightly arched as well as fully exposed. He's stark naked. Sleeps just like me. He's grown up so very fast. He's quite the young man. Then my thoughts turn mischievous and I stand just a foot in his door frame watching him. He's got himself a really nice ass. Nice and firm. Look at how round it is. Damn baby boi has a bubble butt. He shifts a lil in his sleep and his left leg bends more causing his ass to arch up even more. I walk in another step and the moonlight floods the room. There's not a single hair on that ass. Interesting. Wonder if he uses his allowance to wax it. Bobby turns a lil more on on side and his testicles are on display. Well, I'll be goddamned those are hairless too. OK, now. Get a hold of yourself. It just means either he shaves them or gets them waxed as there's not even peach fuzz. 

I walk in another foot and my erection is dripping staring at him and that all to perfect ass of his. He mumbles something in his sleep and I can't make out what he said. Hhmm, wonder what else he waxes or shaves. I walk over to the side of the bed and with his left leg bent so much, all I have to do is grab his left asscheek and gently move it. FUCK, his pussy is hairless. Wait where did that come from? He has an asshole not a pussy. Christ what am I thinking and I know I have to take my hand off of his perfect ass but I simply can't it's so smooth, and firm. Feels to damn good. Christ, ROBERT he's your son. True but it's been six months and here is free and clear, available pussy. I'll just drag my finger over his pussy pucker.  GOD FUCKING DAMN, his asshole is slick! Why is it slick.

I finally remove my hand from his upturned ass and open the bed side nightstand quietly, the bottom drawer. Oh my! Well that explains that. There's a jar of Vaseline with no lid on it. But why? Close the bottom quietly and open the second one quietly. He shifts in his sleep again and his ass is even high in the air. OH SHIT! It's a ten inch dildo with a film of Vaseline on it. Is it from today, or tonight? How often is he using it? I close the drawer and my hand goes back to his ass. Slipping my finger in. I knew it! Vaseline on the inside too! It was tonight! Poor boi has a pussy in heat. God he feels so good, so wet in here. 

"Daddy," he moans in his sleep and it startles me but I know not to move an iota. Even if one finger is buried in his greasy cunt. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," he moans again. 

I know this is a test, somehow. I know he's dreaming of getting dicked. I start sliding my finger in and out of his upturned butt very slowly I'm not wanting to wake him.

"Oh my pussy," Bobby moans. 

Ok, that cements it. My boi, is a pussyboi. Even knows he's pussy. That's an incredible start if you ask me. I add a second finger to his twat. He's moaning his head off fast sleep. That's it! I can't wait any longer. I have to taste that CUNT! Damn he's so sweet tasting, so fucking smooth too.

"WHAT the actual fuck?"

"Bobby! You're awake."

"Yeah and your face is in my pussy, Dad. You care to explain that?"

"Um, well."

"Well, um, what?"

I ignored him and went back to nibbling, chewing, licking, slurping, rubbing my stubble into, sucking on his spit slick twat and all he could do was moan. My tongue dragging just on the outer lips then probing inside, then back to running my tongue on his outer pussy lips; back and forth, back and forth over and over again till he was panting.

"You better be planning on fucking me, Dad."

"Oh I plan on it. Planned on it the second I felt Vaseline in your cunt, baby boi."

"You plan on breeding my pussy Daddy?"

"I breed you, son, then it becomes MY pussy. You do understand that right?"

"Yes, of course I do.

My Bois

Jason just showed up this way. Apparently he had been shaved and trained properly by a previous Daddy. He thought he would like to try and be more Dom for a minute so I told him he could fuck my house boy. He's got a decent dick and good size balls. I figured he would at least make Gabe a little sloppy for me to enjoy later. And I was right. Gabe was yelping and begging for Jason's cum in no time. Quickly followed by a howl as Jason drained his nuts in my boy. 

He then crawled out of the room like this and told me he would much prefer to be my bitch. So after a few licks of his pussy I mounted his cunt. He has obviously had lots of experience taking cock and does it well. But while I was plowing him he called Gabe in and told him to show me what he had done to his twat. So I feasted on Jason's load inside of Gabe's pussy as I long dicking the inside of Jason's cunt till I could take no more. I blasted inside of Jason and he howled again, as he shot his load on the floor. I knew Gabe would clean that up, so when I finally slid free of Jason I simply replaced my cock in his ass with my finger and walked him to the bed. I laid down and he cleaned my cock with his mouth. As he finished Gabe came to lay with us and told me the floor was clean again, he had licked up Jason's load. I laid back with boy on either side of me, each with a head on my shoulder and a leg over mine. Smelling their cum flavored breath, just being happy.

Interview: Scoty... or @FFmehrd on Twitter

So I came across Scoty's Twitter a lil while back, and if I remember right it was a brief clip from a porn clip I was intrigued to say the least and instantly thought of doing an interview for the blog. What follows here is that conversation about being Nullo and I truly hope you enjoy learning as much as I did. You can find Scoty's Only Fans here at justfor.fans/ffmehrd or with Treasure Island Media.

PB: I'll start simply by asking do you just want to use your Twitter handle as your name, but today I ran across what looked like professional porn, and if it was do you want to use your stage name? 

 Scoty: Scoty is fine.

PB: When did you first realize that you were wanting to be nullo, or did it start some other way? Could/would you describe that journey?

Scoty: Even as early as 8-9 years old. I realized something was off about my body. Somehow having male genitalia was wrong and a mistake. The feeling stuck with me all my life.

PB: Not to be intrusive here, but was there possibly thoughts about being the wrong gender or just something  didn't belong? I don't want to say one one thing goes hand in hand with the other; but I'm naive about Nullo feelings versus trans feelings and I certainly don't want to offend.

Scoty: Oh no, I knew I was a boy. Nothing made me think I was meant to be female.

PB: See I was thinking that, but wasn't sure. It was like coming out as non-binary a few months back, and everybody was like well duh, hello you are. But for me it was a big deal, as I was always the sissy boy growing up, knowing my "asshole" was going to be my main sex organ. It wasn't until a little over two years ago I even had heard the word pussyboy and I was like, yup, that's me and all the research into the term and third gender studies Hirschfeld did so long ago. I knew I leaned effeminate but I certainly wasn't meant to be female either.

Scoty: I would tuck even as a child, and when I looked at myself in a mirror I knew not having anything was what I was meant to look like. Of course at the time I didn't know what any of it meant or that it even had a name. I can completely relate to that.

PB: See I did the tucking thing too growing up as well, and not being turned off by the thought of that , now looking back at it at least for now, at least for me, it is what led to chastity cages. I sure there is a range of feelings, responses, attitudes as some who is Nullo. Is there such a thing as nullo pussyboys? Or is that two very separate things?

Scoty: Yeah I hated caging. Seeing the balls still dangling and exposed... gave me such anxiety and stress. Every time I attempted to cage it, it just made things more evident that I wasn't meant to have any of it. Oh I'm def sure that there are Nullo pussyboys... why wouldn't there be?

PB: I wasn't so sure. I mean there is all this talk about our "clitty" being limp, useless, not needed and that our pussies are our only sex organ. I just didn't want to blur two separate things. Like when people assume all bottoms are pussyboys, and they are not. I didn't want to do the same thing with a group I know so little about. As some gay men find the whole "pussyboy phenomenon" a huge turn off, and that we as such play into this whole other turn off for them, which is "effeminacy". Well my attitude has always been you can't be a top without a bottom... hello.. or a bottom  without a top. So I'm sure there is commentary about Nullo's that's horrifying to say the least.

Scoty: Well, yes true. Not all Nullos are pussyboys.

There hasn't been many guys that have vocalized their dislike about my journey to becoming Nullo. But the few that expressed their opinions have been quite surprising. One guy for instance, a total top, every time we played he wanted me blind folded and my junk covered, he wanted to focus on my hole. When I told him, we discussed it and he was completely turned off; and I told him he would never see me again. Totally his loss.

PB: It is totally his loss. I 'm curious if part of what you did was this idea that your hole is your true sex organ, or if becoming Nullo was more about your genitals not belonging on you... or if it was a mix of both?

Scoty: Well at such a young age... and the feeling never changed as I got older that the genitals never belonged. It never felt right. Of course for years I've thought and referred to my hole as a sex organ.

PB: I've thought of my hole as a sex organ too, and when I finally realized there was a word "pussyboi" it all clicked for me. But I'm wondering is that feeling intensified after being Nullo, because then it only about your hole or am I wrong in presuming that?

Scoty: It's all I got now... haha.. so yeah it naturally intensifies.

PB:  A bit of a technical question if I may?

Scoty: Sure.

PB: Ejaculations after this are they a no, or do they take on a different form like full body orgasms?

Scoty: I'm one of the lucky ones, where I've been able to have full body orgasms, or assgasms. Ejaculations and orgasms are differently different now. Men that have dicks, have an explosive climax, an explosive release... I do not, when I cum and I can cum now pretty much constantly while I'm stimulated, it's like a faucet that's been turned on. The look and texture of my cum is also completely different, imagine only pre-cumming.

PB: That has to be hot I would think. I've been able to cum a few times completely hands free and it was vastly different I thought. My assgasms, or as I tend to call them... pussygasms... are incredible and those I live for because they are way more intense, last longer and are oddly hugely more satisfying and you can have multiple ones. But I'm one of the "rare"... or maybe it's not all that rare... ones to only cum without something up my ass.

Scoty: I completely agree.

PB: Question about the surgery, if I may. Was it painful? What was recovery like and do you have to undergo therapy like when having a sex change.. which I think is ludicrous.

Scoty: Well, for surgery I got a nerve block, and of course anesthesia during the six hour long surgeries. The plus though was, I had a beautiful full face from all the ozygen I got... hehe.  The only pain I had from surgery was once the nerve block wore off. That was a painful hour while waiting for pain meds to kick in. I chose to stay on round the clock pain meds... why hurt and suffer when you don't have to. Recovery at home, I really had issues with the Foley catheter... quiet uncomfortable experience for the two weeks I had it. And it was only an issue because of the location of my urethra. I basically sit on my urethra.

Therapy no, though my medical team were all very supportive... extremely supportive... first Nullo, the hospital was a buzz of chatter. No laser hair removal needed for Nullos. So that was a plus. Sorry to finish your question concerning pain and surgery. There was never any pain from the surgery itself. The mind and body have an amazing ability to rework itself. Perhaps it was a life time of hating my genitalia and a combination of pain meds immediately after surgery but it was truly hard to remember the feeling of having it. It's like my mind forgot what it was suppose to feel like.

PB: No you're fine. I like that you went into so much detail about it. I'm sure readers will have more of an understanding like I am getting. So does having this surgery put you and others in the "trans community umbrella" much like non-binary folks or no?

Scoty: Yes. As a Nullo, non-binary individual I do fall under the trans umbrella. But, more focus is put on me being non-binary.. all medical facilities and charting, label me as non-binary along with my chosen pronouns.

PB: That has to be so cool, as I came out as non-binary maybe two months ago and everyone was like, "duh, PB, we all know your the passive partner, and hello, you're a semi-retired professional drag queen, so HELLO!"

Scoty: I love that. I also want to say I loved reading the interview you did with Lucas Daken.

PB: Thank you so much for that. That interview came about because she was the first to list she/he and gender-fluid and still do gay porn. I was fascinated by it at the time, as I myself was struggling with this idea was I myself non-binary/third gender person like the research I was doing at the time. Lucas was a HUGE part of accepting myself as non-binary with a tendency toward effeminacy as I call my sexual parts by feminine names like so many pussyboi's do. This idea of identifying more as a girl than as a boi too, but without surgery or hormones; but I was fully fascinated by what you did because it was something I never heard of, but something that that really left you non-binary much like Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld was writing about before and during World War II.

Scoty: I'm truly happy that you have discovered yourself... wear it like a badge... own it, continue to love yourself for who you are. It's an amazing feeling accepting oneself for who and what they are. Too many of us are ashamed, afraid, and some of that is unpreventable due to family or living situation, etc. And discovering oneself may take a lifetime to do, I know for myself that was/is the case. Surgery was definitely a huge transition in affirming who I am. Who knows what's next... I'm just emerging from my silken cocoon.

PB: That's exactly what it felt like, the coming out of my cocoon and blending/or blurring exactly what is gender for me was what "pushed me over the edge" if you will. That we don't have to present a certain way, or in certain clothes or even our mannerisms. But I feel there is so much education that needs to be done on so many levels for acceptance and I am almost sure that is the case for you you too because I'm pretty sure mass public think, "Oh you CHOSE to do this" when in reality you had to be yourself, and in many ways your doing that just by being your authentic self.

Scoty: Yes I agree 1000% with you on that.

PB: Is there something you would like to say because I haven't thought to ask it?

Scoty: Oh I don’t know, my heart is heavy today, someone dear to me has passed. I guess i would say life is to short, and to live a life of regret or fear would be a shame and a dishonor to oneself. We should all look inside ourselves and see the beauty thats within us. Show the world that beauty, that light. JUST BE YOU.

PB: I am so very, very sorry someone so close has passed.

Scoty: Thank you

PB: What advice would you give others if they are considering doing what you've had done?

Scoty: Well if the person has the means to have the surgery, of course do it ! Free yourself of it. Everyone deserves to be happy with their body. I get asked a lot about my opinion on going to a cutter, and my response is always DON’T DO IT! It has been the best decision I ever made. My only regret was not being able to do it sooner.

In Heat

My husband was so fucking hot. He had surprised me after we had been married a couple weeks by going into heat. We had had hot sex before, but he turned insatiable when his cycles started. He smelled good and could give me an instant erection just by walking into a room. His cycles covered a brief window, and we were both glad he could work from home because I don't think I would trust his horny pussy out in the work world. I loved coming home to find him already on his back on our bed, or the couch, or the floor. Naked, legs up, his beautiful cunt winking at me in hunger. I would strip down as I walked towards him, crawling up between his outstretched legs, to the font of our desire. To worship that tasty pussy. 

Am I Emascualted?

 

We were so vastly different from each other in every way. Daddy was tall, muscular, hairy, confident, strong in mind, character as well as in physical strength. He made all of our decisions for us. When he walked into a room people noticed him immediately because of his personality, his charm, his whit and his gorgeous good looks. As his boi-wife i was shorter than he was, I was on the thin feminine side when it came to my build, I was completely hairless from the waist down per Daddy's request. I needed guidance knowing I made the right decisions when I was given the opportunity to make any, my mind was more womanly in many ways and most of my decisions involved how and in what ways I could make Daddy happy. People rarely noticed me when I walked into a room and when they did I was always referenced to as his wife. One day at a small party we held, that I handled every last single detail a new co-worker of Daddy's, a man asked me "Was I emasculated by being called his wife?"

 I responded by saying, "Well we are legally married. I changed my last name to his. I serve in my role as his wife and all of those Stepford Wife's 1950's housewife roles and attitudes, including in the bedroom. Daddy refers to me as his "baby girl" and I accept, and embrace that role thoroughly and love it. So no I'm not emasculated. You can't do that to somebody who was never masculine in the first place." The poor man didn't know what to say, and wondered off back into the throng of people. Just as confused as before.

Later that night getting slowing undressed Daddy approached me in the bedroom. "Baby girl I learned what you said tonight to my new co-worker and I couldn't be prouder and happier in you as my wife than I am tonight. He hugged me tightly and my unbuttoned shirt. We slowly began undressing and often looked at each other as each garment came off. It didn't take much for me to take off. My men's shirt and slacks and I stood there in just my thigh highs and garter belt with my hose clipped into place, my chastity locked clitty was on full display.

"You've never looked more beautiful than you have tonight, baby girl."

"Thank you Daddy so much. It means so much to me to hear you say that. And seeing you standing there fully naked you've been so masculine and rugged looking. I truly love you with all my heart Daddy."

"I love you to baby girl. You ready to give Daddy some pussy?"

"I'm always ready to go pussy up for you Daddy. You know that."

"Why don't you go over to the bed and get in my favorite position, princess." 

That meant getting on the bed on all fours. My ass high in the air. My legs spread as wide as they would go. My back was arched impossibly high with my hairless cunt on display. My head was on the bed and my hands were in front of me. In the BDSM world it's known as bitch pose and Daddy always said I was prettiest just like that. He walked over to the side of the bed and closest to where my head was at. I didn't need told what to do, I knew. I swallowed his semi-erect dick in my mouth to the balls, and began sucking him to full staff.

"God fucking damn princess, you are so good at sucking cock. Damn baby. Get Daddy nice and hard."

Daddy's hands gently held my head, cradling my chin gently in his hands I suck him like some two bit starving whore. Every time my lips met his crotch I stuck out his tongue and lapped his balls which were cradled in my right hand. He spit in his hand a few times and then rubbed his spit in my twat and began finger me with two fingers bashing my princess spot with each thrust.

"Mmmrrppphhggrrr," was all I could manage with mouth stuffed full of dick. By now Daddy had add a third finger and this time around all of his fingers were covered in Boy Butter Lube. I was moaning my head off.

"You ready for dick, Mrs. Bartley?" Daddy always called me that in moments of deepest affection.

"Yes Daddy. Always ready. Always needy."

Daddy climbed up on the bed behind me, his knees between my legs and his mushroom head of dick as at the very edge of pussy lips teasing me by making the smallest circles possible around my pussy lips.

"Please Daddy, the teasing is brutally wonderful, but please fuck me."

"No baby girl. No wild animalistic sex tonight. Daddy is going to reward you tonight by the slowest, most tender love making we've ever had as your reward for such an incredible answer to Mr. Johnson's question."

He turned me on my side and with his right hand he arched my right leg up till it was bent, exposing my lil pink pussy again. He then bent down and proceeded to eat me out till I was begging him to please feed my pussy his dick. He waited though, still devouring my spit soaked cunt til he was ready and I was in such bliss it was overkill. My twat was actually aching in need to be stretched and more than just a tongue. That's when he moved behind me, lying down and very, very slowly slide his dick into my pussy. 

"Oh GOD, thank you so much for your big dick finally Daddy. It's absolutely starving." Centimeter by centimeter he unhurriedly slide into me until after what seemed for ever he was buried balls deep and my pussy walls were gloriously stretched and full of Daddy's manhood. He began slowly rocking in and out of me but no more than half way for the next twenty minutes. It was splendidly unbelievable how tender and passionate it was. There was no hurry for him to ejaculate and but he had caused a few triumphant pussygasms, causing me to get sopping wet.

He began to build up slowly over the next twenty a bit of speed, but it certainly his balls slapping my taint. This was simply all about giving my pussy the most stimulation, pleasure and gentle stretching ever.

"Oh god baby girl. You ready for some baby batter deep in your womb?

"OH fuck yeah Daddy. Breed my pussy. Please, please, please breed my pussy."

"Maybe tonight's the night you finally get pregnant if I shoot inside of you."

"God I want that so bad Daddy." He buried his cum so deep in me it felt unreal. Our breath was heaving and Daddy's arm wrapped around my waist."

"I love you Mrs. Bartley."

"I love you too Mr. Bartley